I ended up at the mall yesterday. My phone needed one of those geniuses at the Apple Store. Mission accomplished. I’ll probably have to return to the Apple store again and again, but I see no good reason to return to the mall every again. There is certainly no enticement from any store, although, let’s face it, I’m too old for chic styles. I’m into wearing bright colors, but he colors for this fall are no colors at all unless you want to include white, which is the presence of all colors: black as we know is the absence of color. Prices, you ask? No comment. People? Except for the crowds in the Apple Store, the stores and the mall were vacant. As I sat at the sushi bar ready to grab an eel/avocado and salmon/avocado from the convey belt, images of the thousands of refugees came to mind. I returned home determined to clear out more stuff in our house. I am certain that I don’t want to go back to the mall. I wonder about my life vis-à-vis all the homeless, refugees, and asylum seekers in the world. I’m definitely thinking about simplicity in new, simple ways.